Shakespeare a la Becki
One of my favorite passages:She should have died hereafter;There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps to this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle'Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more; it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. - Macbeth (Act V, Scene V)